Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

My delicate brows furrowed slightly as I sensed something amiss with Emily siphoning funds from the King Pack–it felt profoundly

wrong.

My wolf, a low growl rumbling in my chest, added to my unease.

The Miller brothers, powerful alphas, lavished her with gifts; although their monthly allowance was a mere ten thousand silver coins, she was never wanting. Between the lavish gifts they openly showered her with and the secret caches of moonstones they slipped her, it far exceeded that hundred grand.

Their generosity far surpassed it.

A sharp pang hit my chest as memories from my past life flooded back–Emily hadn’t just taken things from me; she’d replaced priceless jewelry, limited–edition furs, and couture gowns with forgeries, then ran howling to the Miller brothers, claiming I’d destroyed them out of jealousy. The real items, meanwhile, were already sold for a hefty profit. That wasn’t a small amount.

Why would she need to steal from the King Pack?

My wolf snarled, a primal instinct sensing something far more sinister than simple annoyance.

“Isabella, what troubles your mind?” a low, smooth voice teased near my ear, laced with mischief.

His scent–rich woodsmoke and something sharp, like mountain mint – filled my senses, momentarily distracting me.

Lost in thought about Emily, I jumped, startled by the magnetic tone. I stumbled backward, nearly falling, but a strong arm caught my waist, steadying me. The scent of Grayson, his own unique mix of alpha pheromones and something akin to clean earth, wrapped

around me.

I looked, heart still racing, and met Grayson’s deep, narrow eyes.

His

gaze was playful, a smirk playing on his lips; he was devastatingly handsome. My wolf whimpered a soft protest at the sudden surge

of attraction.

My heart hammered against my ribs. Flustered, I wrenched free, my cheeks burning.

I didn’t want to fall into his arms–he mustn’t get the wrong idea!

Biting my lip, I didn’t want this to affect our pure brother–sister bond. My wolf whimpered, hoping he wouldn’t break it.

Grayson’s clear, open gaze showed no sign of misunderstanding or displeasure–just a playful smirk.

Relief washed over me, and my tension eased.

“What’s

got you so lost in thought?” he asked lazily, his voice as soft as the moon’s caress.

“I’m thinking about Emily. The Miller family covers all her expenses, and her allowance is generous. The brothers compete to buy her luxury goods.

She shouldn’t be needing more, so why did she divert the King Pack’s funds?” I said, frowning.

“Simple; investigate,” Grayson said casually, taking my hand and leading me to his study. His long fingers brushed my soft hand, and I blushed, startled by the sudden intimacy.

My wolf shivered with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension. I tried to pull away, but he held on tighter.

“Grayson…” my voice trembled awkwardly as I looked up, confusion flickering in my clear eyes.

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He didn’t respond, quickening his pace through the sunlit corridor to his study. Sunlight poured through the floor–to–ceiling windows, mingling with the faint scent of ink and parchment.

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“So, what’s your plan for your latest design? Grayson released my hand and pulled some sketches from a pile on his desk, sliding them toward me.